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HENRY. A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPEEANDUM. Two Dollars' per Annum. VOL. VIII. KIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, APBIL 25, 1878. 0 1- A Songs Unsung. 'Til not the harp's wild string alone, Whcwe mnric charms the ravished breast ( The thought of a remembered tone. The singing of a bird that's flown, Oft fill us with a doop nnrest Which mnsio's most consummate art Can never waken in the heart. Within the muster's teeming brain What chord has swelled, what anthom striven, Struggled for utterance in vain, Cried ont for life, but died again Unknown but to its native heaven i And left the mourning sons of earth To find above its perfect birth t Within each separate human soul Live melodies that sweeter are Than those which solemn organs roll, Or silver-tongued singers troll, Or morning star crips out to star ; But, chilled by the dark world's eclipse, The; die before they reaoh the lips. CLOVER. Bessie Moore was out in her father's pasture, beck of the barn, picking black berries, when she was startled by the blast of a horn. A look of anxiety came over her Bweet face as she ran qnickly and climbed the fence to pee if Mr. Thy son, the "meat-man," who blew his horn twice a week to announce his com ing, was to stop. She watched the horses climbing the hill; nnd when she saw her mother come to the back door and swing a towel she threw herself on - the ground and sobbed as though her heart would break. Sue knew full well that it was not to buy meat that her mother had signaled for Mr. Thy son to stop, for, although she was but ten years old, she was aware of the fact that there was no money with which to buy it. Oh, no I She realized that the event she bad been dreadiDg so long was to happen now that her pet calf, Clover, her only playmate, so white and so fond of her, was to be Eold. Week after week sho had heard her parents discuss the subject of gelling Clover, but week after week they had heard the butcher's horn blow and had let the wagon go by. Jiut affairs had been coming to a crisis lately. Her father, who had been sick all sum mer, was still too feeble to work, and the small stock of money ho had saved was rapidly going. She knew that he could not afford to feed the calf through the winter, and she know that Mr. Thyson wanted her and had i ffered a large price for her. Mr. Thyson was a man who wanted to possess all the rarest speci mens of cattle, and he had been very anxious to buy this calf, which was said to be the handsomest creature in color and shape, ever seen in Loudoun county. He was a selfish man, withal, and was very ready to take advantage of Mr. Moore's misfortunes to get her. He was known throughout the county as a man who always got the best of a bargain, who thought more of making money than of anything else, and who never worried himself about Ins neighbors troubles or felt it his duty to share or relievo them. He had one child, a boy abont fourteen years old, named Tom, and he was determined if possible, to teach him to be as shrewd in business matters as himself; bnt so far Tom bad not shown much progress in that direc tion. He often went with his father as he rode through the country with his meat, and was advised by him to "watch sharp," for he would soon be old enough to take the business himself. And Tom did " watch sharp," and his large brown eyes grew moist with tears to see his father take Bessie's calf away, for he knew how Bessie loved Clover, and that it was only necessity that made Mr. Moore sell her. Meantime Bessie had climbed the pasture fence and crept quietly behind the barn, where, through a big crack, she saw and heard all that passed. Then, as the wagon turned to go out of the yard, sho went back, and, running across the pasture with all her might, climbed the fence on the other side, ran along the rood to the corner which she knew the wagon must pass, and waited for it. As she saw it coming she waved her hand for it to stop, and in u trembling voice cried: " Oh, please stop a minute. I want to ask you something." Mr. Thyson drew np his horses, wondering what child it was in such apparent distress, for he didn't recognize Bessie at first, as, in her haste to reach the turn in the road before the wagon came along, she hod fallen down in the dust, and then, wiping her tears with her stained hands, had smeared her face so as to be hardly recognizable. Her long, flaxen hair was blowing in every direction, aud her hat was lying on the other side of the pasture fence, where it bad fallen when she climbed over. "Oh, please, please, Mr. Thyson," she screamed, " you won't kill my' calf, will you ?" "Father," said Tom, " that's Bessie Moore. Why, Bessie, what's the mat ter?" " Oh, I am so afraid your father will kill my Clover. You don't know how I love her, and I can't help crying;" and here the poor child broke down, and sobbed bitterly. Then, as she saw Mr. Thyson draw np the reins to start, she continued : "Perhaps if papa gets well he can buy her back, you know. So you won't kill her, will you ?" "No, no, child; I won't kill her. She's too pretty to kill. I will take good care of her, and you can come and see her whenever you want to." " Then I guess I can stand it better. I came out here so that papa could not see me cry, for that would make him worse. I knew I should cry when I said good-by ' to Clover." Andure enough, when the horses started her tears started again too, and there she stood in the dusty road, weeping and watching the wagon until it disappeared behind the next hill. " Queer," said Mr. ThvFon, as they drove along, that she should feel bo. Well, I can't help it.' If I hadn't bought her somebody else would. Well, it's the way of the world. It don't do to give way to your feelings for little things like this, you know, Tom. If you do you will never get ahead. They couldn't afford to keep her and had to sell, her and that's all there is about it." ' But if it was " all there wan about it" it made him very uncomfortable. In spite of all hi reasoning he couldn't help thinking how easily he could spare feed enough from the loads of hay and stacks of grain with which his barns would soon be oversowing to seep the calf for a time. How happy that would make Bessie, and how it would lighten her parents' hearts! He couldn't get the sick countenance of Mr. Moore out of hia mind, or the tired, worn face of his wife, or, more than all, little Bessie standing alone In the dusty turnpike, watching him as he took away the only pet and playmate she had. It annoyed him, and it was something new for him to be annoyed in this way. He was glad when he found himself ap proaching another farm-house, and if he blow a louder blast than usual on his horn, nobody bnt himself knew that it was to give vent, if possible, to emo tions that were getting too strong for him to m mage. Tom was very quiet all the way home. He seemed to be thinking very deeply about something, but when, occasional ly, he did speak, it was sure to be some innocent remark about Bessie or her father, which only gave his father's conscience a fresh prick and served to irritate him still more. So by the time they got home he was, as his wife said, " dreadful grouty." " As thev were sitting at Bupper that evening, Tom burst out suddenly: " Father, would yon sell that calf ?" " Yes, and be glad to get rid of her, if I can get my price." " Well, I'd liko to buy her if I've got money enough in my bank." " You ! What do yon want of her ?" " Oh ! something. Will you sell her to me ?" "Yes, I suppose so. Yes, you may have her for ten dollars, just what I paid." " And do exactly as I please with her, father ?" His father hesitated, He suspected what Tom was going to do, and he saw a difficulty in it for him. However, he replied, at last: " Yes, Tom, yon may buy her and do exactly as you please with her, upon one condition; and that is, if by buying her you get yourself into a hard scrape vou will work yourself out of it without help." Mr. Thyson thought, by binding Tom to that promise that he should have a good chance to teach him a valuable lesson in shrewdness and foresight about making a bargain. Tom readily promised, for he couldn't imagine what scrape he could possibly get into by buying Clover. So the bar gain was soon concluded and the money paid. Meantime, Bessie had dried her tears and gone home, trying very hard to be cheerful; but as soon as she had eaten her supper she crept .up to her little bed and sobbed herself to sleep. The next morning she - felt braver, and thought she would try very hard to. for get Clover. Her father usually lay on a lounge by the sitting-room window through the day, and for several morn ings Clover had been in the habit of coming there and pntting her head in to be caressed. So Bessie made a point of getting a basket of fresh clover-blossoms, with which her father would feed the calf while Bessie and her mother were at breakfast. But the morning after Glover left Bessie sat down to the table with a heavy heart, for she missed Clover then more than ever. She had hardly taken a monthful, though, before her father called out " Bessie, just bring me a basket of clovers, won't you ? Clover wants her breakfast." Bessie sprang from her chair with a bound, exolaiming, " Why, papa, you've lorgotton I Clover's gone 1" But no I there was her sweet, white face peering in at the window, and there holding her by a cord stood Tom Thyson, his face oovered with smiles. " Why, Tom 1" screamed Bessie " did she run away ?" " No, I bought her of father, and now I'm going to give her back to you. She's yours again, now. Good-by ;" and before Bessie could express her thanks Tom was gone. Now, although the return of the calf brought great joy to Bessie, it brought equal conoern to her parents, for the question arose how Clover could be fed. Mr. Thyson had foreseen that difficulty from the first, but Tom, in his eager ness to get the calf bock to Bessie, had not thought of it. Mr. Thyeon said nothing, though. He thought he would see how Tom would manage. Toward night Bessie's father called her to him and told her that although Tom was very kind and thoughtful to bring Clover back, she couldn't stay, for he had not feed enough to keep her through the winter, and no money to buy any. So the next morning Bessie started to carry her back to Tom. It was two miles away, but it was a lovely morning, and Bessie enjoyed the walk very much. Tom saw her before she reached the house and ran to meet her. "I know you've brought her back," said he, laughing heartily, "because you haven't any feed for her. I forgot she would have to eat, but don't you worry, Bess. You shalj have this calf for yours, if you have to wait till she is a cow," and then they both laughed to think she wouldn't be much of a calf by that time. "But, you see," he added, "I'm in a scrape, whether I give her to you or keep her myself, for I haven't any feed for her either, and it never will do to ask father for any. But I'll man age it somehow before to-morrow. ' I'll go to bed soon after supper and think it out." So Bessie left the calf, and Tom took part of what money ho had and went to his father to buy some feed for her. He was determined not to ask him to give him any, and his father was pleased to see that Tom was sticking to his promise not to auk his help. The next morning he said to his father: " Futher, have you anything you oould hire me to do this winter ? I am going to carry the calf back again this morn ing. I am not going to give this job up, now that I've started. So I am going to earn money enough to feed her this win ter myself." " Ah ! So you are going to work the calf's board, are you 7 Well, if you want to take Jim's place here you can earn her board ana something beside. You oould do his work before and after school if you were smart and got up early." " Well, I'll take it and try. I'd like to buy feed enough now to keep her this week, and after this I can earn it and ' carry it over." 1 His father smiled at Tom's business like way, 'and thought to himself, " Well, I am teaching Tom a good lesson, that's a fact. He'll get sick enough of his bar gain before spring, but it will do him good." Tom filled his hand-cart with the feed, and tying the rope around Clover's neck, started again to carry her back. I don't know what the people along the road thought to see the calf going back and forth so often. Bnt Tom didn't care. He kept straight on and carried the calf to Bessie's door. " Here she is, Bess, and here's enough to feed her one week, anyway, and I'll see that she has enough all winter, un less I get sick, and I don't feel very sick now. Don't catch me backing out of this sorape. No, sir-ee 1" All winter, Tom was up betimes in the morning, fed and watered the eittle, groomed the horses, and did whatever was required. He carried Clover's feed over every week or two, and never once complained. His father watched him curiously, and every week congratulated himself on the good lesson he was teach ing him. At last spring came. The tender grass began to sprout, and Clover could keep herself, from the pastures and meadows. The fanners were all plow ing and harrowing, nnd getting the ground ready for planting. Everybody was busy, and in a hurry, as usual. Mr. Moore was improving, but was still very weak. His affairs looked very discouraging to him, and his depressed state of mind did much to retard his recovery. He had bought the farm where he was living only the spring be fore, after the planting season was over, expecting to earn enough by his trade, that of a carpenter, through the following seasons to enable him to buy seed and to thoroughly plant the whole place in the spring. Instead of that, lie was taken sick soon after he bought it, and had been obliged to sell his stock to get money to live upon. And now, right in the busy season, when every hour seemed worth a day at any other time, he was sick, with no money to buy seed or the necessary farming im plements, or to hire the needed help. With his mind overwhelmed with dis couragement, he sat, one evening, in tho door-way of his house, and looked hopelessly on his still unemployed land. At the same time Mr. Thyson was rid ing slowly along, having made an un usually good trip with his meat, and was reviewing in his mind with great satisfaction the prosperous condition of his affairs. As he passed he saw Mr. Moore sitting there, and noticed that he looked very pale and worried. A feeling of sympathy took strong hold of him, and he was tempted to stop and have a talk with him, but those fields, waiting to be plowed and sown, spoke to him so . plainly and reproachfully that he concluded he would better bow and go along. "I'm sorry for Moore," he said to himself ; " that's a fact. I'd be glad to give him a lift, but I've got my own family to look ont for. If I had always given way to my feelings I wonder where I should be now. Oh, no 1 no ; it will never do. No I" But as he drew up to his own house, the sight of hia broad acres so carefully planted, and the neat, thrifty appearance of all the surroundings, did not give him the feeling of satisfaction he was enjoying before ho met Mr. Moore. As he went into the kitchen where his wife was gettiDg Bupper, he said, glanoing out of the window at Tom, who was having a grand frolic with his dogs : "It does me good to see Tom play ing. He has had a hard winter of it. But I'm glad I let him go through it. It has taught him a lesson he will never forget, I guess." "Yes, I think very likely," gently answered his wife ; " but I have thought many times, father, that Tom was teaching a more important lesson than the one he was learning. But come, supper's ready." She then stepped to the door and called Tom, and the sub ject was not continued. As Tom came in breathless from play, his father re marked : " That's better fun than working Clover's board and carrying it over to her, isn't it ?" "Yes, sir. Bnt I'm afraid if Mr. Moore doesn't hurry np and plant Clover will be marching back here in spite of me, next fall. I wish I was a rich'man. I'll bet I'd make things look I different over there in no time. " I Mr. Thyson made no reply, but fin ished his supper, and went out into the yard, where he stood leaning on the fence, apparently in deep thought. As Bill, his head man. on the farm, came along, he stopped him, and they had a quiet talk together. Meantime Mr. Moore had gone into his house, utterly unable to throw off the gloomy thoughts which filled his mind. He saw no way out of his diffi culties. The faith and hope which had kept him up till now seemed gone. He went to bed early, but did not sleep for hours. Toward morning, however, he fell into a deep sleep. His wife quietly darkened the room and left him. The sun was several hours high when he drew aside the curtains to look out. What a sight met his eyes t Men were plowing, harrowing and shouting to tlieir Horses, i'&rt oi tne grouna was already prepared for planting.and there, in the barn doorway, sat Tom and Bes sie, cutting potatoes and chattering like blackbirds. What does it mean, mother f What does it mean ? said he, as he opened the kitchen door. " It means, father, that the dawn has come. 'Twas very dark, you know last night. Those are Mr. Thyson's men I" "Thyson's men I Thyson's men I Wh v I I don't u aderstand. " "Well, nor I, and the men say that they don t know what nas come over him either. But he told Bill to take man Anil horses, and come over here and plant whatever you wanted, and he'd provide the seed; and they are working like beavers, I tell you. The next afternoon, when the horn was blown, Mr. Moore was waiting at v.i. .. As the wagon came alone. Mr. Thyson saw him, and didn't (eel all like just bowing and passing on. No I he felt like stopping, shaking hands and getting out to see how his men were doing. ' God bless you, sir," saia Mr. Moore. " Yon have civen me the best medicine I've had. I believe it's going, to save my life. I don't know how to thank yon, bnt I know I feel like a new man." " bo do l, inenu moore. no ao 1. But don't thank me. It's all Tom's do ing. I thought I was teaching him a great lesson, but, bless you I he was teaching me a greater one, all the time. Well, the Lord has great surprises in store for us, sometimes, hasen't He ?" And, with a fervent shake of the hand, Mr. Thyson got back into his wagon and drove home. From that time, Mr. Moore's health steadily improved, and from that time also, Mr. Thyson was another man. It was the beginning, but not the end, of his kind deeds. A few vears later, when Tom and Bessie commenced housekeeping on their ewn account, and Clover lowed contentedly in her new home, Tom re marked, with a merry laugh : "You see, father, I was longer-headed than you thought. 'Twas all in the family after all." Wind Locomotion on Land. It is curious to note that while to the railroads is owing the abandonment of the wind carriage (formerly seen by travelers in Chins, Spain and Holland), to the same agenoy it now seems likely that its rejuvenation will be due. Wind vehicles are already in use on the long stretches of tracks which extend over the Western prairies, and the speed at tained is said to rival that of the fast express train. One which has been in use om the Kansas Paoifio railroad for the past three years was devised by Mr. C. J. Bascom. The vehicle is said to av erage a speed of thirty miles per hour, and, with a strong breeze, to travel at the rate of forty miles in the same period. This last speed was reached with the wind right abeam. A distance of eighty-four miles has been passed over in four hours, the car Bailing part of this time close hauled and over disad vantageously curved track. Tne vehicle lias four wheels, each thirty inches in diameter; is six feet in length, and weighs 600 pounds. The sail has two booms, respectively fourteen and fifteen feet in length, and an area of about eighty-one square feet. The mast is eleven feet high, tapering frem four inches square at the heel to two inches at the track. A ; It will be obvious that many of the laws applying to the iceboat apply equally well to the sailing car. A little consideration will show that when the latter is Bailing at forty miles per hour it is traveling fast- than the wind that impels it, and this is constantly the case in iceboat sailing. On the other hand, iceboats always sail best close hauled; in fact, the sheet is almost constantly kept flat aft. The sailing car, as stated ivbove, gees fastest with the wind direct ly on the beam or side. Of course the difference is due to the greater resist ance offered by the larger and more ele vated surfaces of the car body and its occupants, and to the friction of the axle journals, which probably, under ordinary condition, is sufficient to pre vent the Bailing car ever attaining the iceboat's speed. Scientific American. In Russia. The brilliantly colored signboards give the streets of a Russian city a particularly gay appearance. At almost every corner you come upon a Byzantine-looking snnne or tne Virgin, with a number of Russians in front of it. bareheaded. crossing themselves. You meet the Virgin in various other unexpected places in railway stations,in postoffiees, with a little oil lamp flickering at her feet even in the drowsy lock-ups, where tipsy mujiks can be heard yelling all day and night The behavior of the oeople in the streets is quiet and civil. If a Russian knocks against you, he begs your pardon with a sincere show of con trition; if he sees your nose turning white in eold weather, he picks up a handful of snow and rubs it wi!h a brotherly offloiousness till the circula tion is restored. All along the populous streets peddlers saunter, selling dried mushrooms, cotton handkerchiefs, reli gious prints, white bread and fritters; but few of them shout. Pigeons infest the roadways with impunity, for they are held sacred. Even if a Russian were starving, it would not occur to him to knock one of the birds on the head and cook it. Dancing bears are also to be seen in great numbers, and, though not sacred, are (treat favoritieB. and always draw crowds, who laugh at their antics like children, for Russians are very easily amused. Words of Wisdom. Truth is simple, requiring neither study nor art. Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting tne benents mat are your duty. Dignity is expressive, and without otner good qualities, is not particularly profitable. Be not proud of riches but afraid of them, lest they be a silver bar to cross the way to heaven. You must answer for riches, but riches cannot answer for you. There is hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, ready to burst with burning wruin, and blast tne man wuo owes bis greatness to the ruin of his neighbor. Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. Love is a secondary passion in those who love most, a primary in those who love least. He who is inspired by it in a high degree is inspired by honor in a higher; it never reaches its plentitude of growth and perfection but in the most exalted minds. A Lawrenoe (Mass.) lawyer recently drew np a will for an elderly and quite portly gentleman, which contained the following clause: "And further, I give and bequeath to, my wife all my house hold effects and all my wearing apparel for her sole use." FARM. GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. Poultry Pnrarnphii. Feed poultry on good sound grain. Offal or damaged grain is unwholesome, and if fed freely will produce disease. Founded oyster or clam shells are good for laying hens. They act as gravel in assisting digestion, and furnish lime for the tissues from which the shells of eggs are made. Break them up small enough for the fowls to swallow easily. They will eat a good deal of this kind of food. A neat, simrde and effective method of keeping high flyers at home is mentioned bv The J'ouUri World. .Merely scissor away about half of the feathery part of each wing-feather, excepting au inch at the end. without cutting the quill or shaft of the feather at all. This shows but little when the wings are closed, and so does not disfigure the fowl, but it lets the air through sufficiently to prevent flying. One of the best ways to destroy hen lice is by a proper use of the whitewash brush and f umigants. When the poultry-house is kept in decent order there will be little trouble, but otherwise the fowls will not prosper. A very good plan is to wrap the roost-poles with Eieoes of old carpet, old bags, or horse lankets. Tack these on neat and smooth and saturate them once a fortnight with diluted carbolio acid, or coal oil This will clean the perohes and add much to the comfort and productiveness of the hens. Save eggs from the best hens for set ting. Many poultry-keepers do not know which are the best layers, but this may be be discovered by a little atten tion. Old hens lay larger eggs than pullets, and the chicks hatched from two-year old hens, when mated with a vigorous one-year old cock, will be larger, more thrifty, and fledge better than chicks from pullets' eggs. In se lecting eggs to hatch, take those that are of a fair average size ; reject the small or ill-shaped ones, or' the very large ones. There is no way to deter mine the sex of the chick by an exami nation of the size, shape, or other ex ternal appearance of the egg. It is a little odd that in this country, where every facility exists, so few ducks and geese are raised. These are pro verbially the most hardy and long lived of all our poultry. In places where cholera, croup, etc., sweep off the fowls and turkeys, geese and ducks, which are not subject to these diseases, should be tried. In densely populated Great Britain and even in Belgium where one would suppose there was little room, more geese are raised to the square mile than in the United States. In the interior duck and geese can. be raised as profitably as other kinds of poultry, and where diseases prevail, more pro- ntabiy. . Medical Flints. Teas fob the Sick Room. Dried leaves of sage, one-half ounce ; boiling water, one quart ; steep for three quarters of an hour and then straiu for use ; sugar can be added to suit the taste. Peppermint, spearmint, balm, hoarhound, and other herb teas are made in the same manner. Curk for Chronic Rhetmatism. Dr. Bonnett, of Qraulbet, France, rec ommends and prescribes for chronic rheumatism the use of the essential oil of turpentine by friction. He used it himself with perfect suocesH, having al most instantaneously got rid of rheu- matio pains in both knees and in the left shoulder. Relief for Croup. Croup can be enred in one minute, and the remedy is simnlv alum and snaar. The wav to ac complish the deed is to take a knife or grater, and shave off in small particles about a teaspoontui of alum ; then mix it with twice its quantity of sugar, to make it palatable, and administer it as quickly as possible. Almost instantan eons relief will follow. Asthma. The following Drescribtion was given a correspondent by Hon. E. B. French of the treasury department : Iodide of potassium, two drams ; tinct ure of lobelia, half an ounce ; syrup of senega, two ounces ; camphorated tinct ure of opium, half an ounce ; water suf ficient to make f our ounces. A teaspoon ful every half hour until relieved. The above cured the above-named gentle man, and has been used successfully in the correspondent's own family. ' For Scald-Head. Alice M. writes to the Household : " Here is a cure for scald-head that I have seen used many years, but it has to be applied more than once : Take equal parts of good pine tar and new mutton tallow ; melt just enough to mix well, then add a few drops of sweet oil to make it soft (if sweet oil is not handy, hen's oil or pig's foot oil will do) ; do not shave the head, but just open the hair and apply to the skin ; if there is a scab, apply to that and it will soon heal and come off. " Household Hint. A little corn starch in milk will im prove chocolate. Turpentine is the best to wet stove jjplish with before using. . One cup of beef's gall in sixteen quarts of water, will keep red clothes from fading. If you will pour a little vinegar in the water you wash blue clothes in, it will keep them bright. Tea. Tea is best made in an earthen ware tea pot, which should be kept dry, for if allowed to remain damp after use it becomes musty. The water should always boil when the tea is added. Tea is not wholesome taken on an empty stomach. Celery. Celery can be kept for a week or longer by first rolling it up in brown paper, then pin it up in a towel and keep it in a dork place, and keep as cool as possible. Before preparing it for the table place it in a pan of cold water, and let it remain for an hour, It will make it crisp and cold. Keeping Corned-Beef. Cut -up the meat in suitable pieces, pack in a cask or vessel, then make a brine as follows: To one gallon of water add one and a half pounds of salt and one. ounce of saltpetre; bring the brine to a boil, and then, while boiling hot, pour on the meat; it will keep as much as it w 11 cover. The meat must be kept entirely under the brine. In the spring Spain boil, skim and pour it on the meat bile hot. .. Dome add one pound of sugar and ono ounce of saleratus to 100 Poundp o corned-beef, "Old Residenter." You couldn't call him a sportsman by any strain on your imagination, and et he was by no means a loafer, tnougn e did talk with a drawl which indicated that he didn't Tegard time as a very val uable commodity. He sat on the fence as the train came up to Siegfried's Bridge, with the three Easton fancy gunners aboard, whom he was to pilot across the country after quail. His gun having the lock tied on with a string, reposed across his knees, and his dog, looking like the ghost of starvation, re posed at his feet. The Easton men came up to him. " Do you know Abe Hertzog? " Y-a-a-s, I know him." . " Where can we find him?" " R-i-g-h-t hyor, I guess." " Are you Mr. Hertzog?" " Y-a-a-s t that's what I'm taxed f..r, anyway." " Jimminy I" said one of the party, totto voce, "can this be the man that Cap told us was personally acquainted with every quail family in Allen Town ship ?" " You fellers want to go arter some quails, eh?'' " That's what we come for. Do you know anything about them ?" " W-a-a-1, yaas; I oan tell one when I see it." " What kind of a gun have you got there?" " W-a-a-1, ye see, mister, that gun's an old residenter; bin into our family ever since the first old Hertzog moved np hyar. That gun's a rifle, mister, and she shoots mighty quick. Handle her a little careful, mister," he continued, as he handed the old thing over for inspec tion; " she has a way of tumbling apart if she's used rough-like." The old rifle had a barrel about as large as a fence rail, with iron enough in it for a young Gatling-gun, and a bore not larger than a healthy rye straw, while all the stock it had was absorbed in a brass trap-door leading into a cellar smelling of verdigris and filled with grease and little pieces of rags. " How do you kill anything with this; knock it down?" " W-a-a-1, yes ! sometimes. That's the way I busted the stock thar whar the rawhide bandage air, a-knockin' a fellow down what mode fun of it. " At this point the investigator suddenly lost interest in the gun, and the party moved off into the country. As they climbed the fifteenth fence, the old man paused on the top rail and waved his hand indefinitely over the fields before them. " Gents, there's quails all about hyar and over yander vaas, and thar's one on 'em now, he added, as he drew up Old Residenter and knocked it over where it sat. " What 1 do yon shoot a bird on the ground ? Why, old man, that's infernal potting." "S'tnatso?" inquired the old man, humbly, as he picked up a piece of his gun-stock that had been jarred off by the shot. Just then a small covey of the birds took wing, and the man who scorned pot-hunting, blazed away with both bar rells of a costly breach-loader and missed. "Whar I whar do you shoot 'em, mister ?" inquired the old man, quietly, as he put his patch and bullet on the muzzle of his rifle, which he held be tween his legs while he rammed the charge home, and then as a stray bird flew overhead, he raised and dropped it. " Is that ar' the way you want it done, mister ?" The objector said nothing, and the gunning proceeded; but it soon became evident that the sportsmen were doing the gunning and the old man was doing the shooting. Tho lock tumbled off his gun occasionally, and the barrel hod a loose habit of parting company with the stock; but the old man had a pocket full of strings, and as fast as it gave out ne tied it up, and mode ready to shoot whenever a bird showed, and he occa sionally varied the monotony of the pro ceedings by coolly blazing into the bushes, whereupon his mean-looking dog would rush in and drag out a dead rabbit. The Easton party hunted faithfully. according to their lights, and shot upon the most scientific principles; but, some how, tho old man got the game, as the count showed five quail and a pheasant among the three for the day's work, while Mr. Hertzog toddled along un der twenty-two quail and four rabbits; and, as they sat on the board-pile at the depot bargaining for the old man's lot, he remarked: " Ye see, gents, Old Residenter be'ant much of a gun to look at. She ain't purty nor handsome at all, but I tell you she's mighty on the shoot. All you's got to do is jest to grease the patch right well, and ram the ball down close, and then, if you pint her at a bird and pull, that bird's got to stop. Leastwise, I allers find it so. Ye see, gents, where a man has suoh a awfully purty gun his 'tention's kinder taken up admirin' of it, like, and the bird goes away after he shoots. Leastwise I allers find it so." Just then the lock dropped off " Old Residenter " for the eleventh time, and, as the old man wasn't going to shoot any more that day, he put it in his pocket along with his game money, saying: "Thank ye, gents, thankee. Come up soon again, and I'll take Old Resi denter out any time; we'll be purty sure to get something." And hejneandera off into the Indian summer haze. Eas ton (Pa.) Free Press. William Norton, who assassinated Jacob Killion in Empire City, Kansas, a few days ago, "comes of a family that kills." He has one brother serving a life sentence in a Missouri prison, a second was hanged in Texas, and a third is awaiting trial in Iowa, all for murder. Killion was the third man he had killed, and that crime was committed because Killion had cheated hi n at cards five years before. A German inventor will exhibit at the Paris Exposition a patent .rt...n v u v. r..u v - r. . into a stove with red-hot coals and everything nomrlt. . Orioinnllv Via intended to have aided a bed, but life was too snort, Items of Interest. It Is a wise saw that works both ways, "Winding np business " Starting the clock. Knife-grinders get their work in dur ing dull times. No one but a coward strikes in the dark, and then he only strikes a light. If I were in the sun and you were out of it, what would the sun become ? Sin. A man in Kern county, Gal., has a ten acre lot of mignonette, on whicjh his bees feed. When a fisherman should be thank ful When his lines are oast in pleasant places. As the twig is bent the average small boy is inclined, when it comes to pun ishment. " The older the tree the thicker the bark," but the older the dog the thinner the bark. In New York city alone the capital employed in the ice business exceeds $5,000,000. When a prize-fighter's mill is stopped only four hands are thrown out of em ployment. The laugh of the farmer Hoe I Hoe 1 Hoe I Hackensack Republican Also, Hay 1 Hoy 1 Hay ! What is the difference between a butcher and a gay young lady ? The former kills to dress, while the latter dresses to kill. Edward Wheeler, who died in Nashua, N. H. worth $11,000, ordered the expenditure of the whole of his fortune on his funeral and tomb. Pitv the sorrows of a poor old man Whose trembling limbs would fly the poor house door ; Who failed for ninety thousand ; retail plan Assets, one hundred and twenty, fifty-four. A Japanese laborer " receives 1,000 "cash" a day, and he can get a satisfac tory meal for forty " cash." By the time he has saved 100,000 "cash " he owns $10. A hand-car, with a mast and sail at tached, is in operation on the Kansas Pacific railroad, and with a favorable wind the vehicle makes forty miles an hour. The Czar has offered a prize for the best hymn celebrating the recent Rus sian successes, and adapted for the army. The competition is restricted to Russian composers. A sweet seedling orange-tree in Her -nando oonnt.y, Florida, bore two genuine lemons with its crop of oranges this season. It had not been grafted with lemon. More than 700 persons have entered the competitive examination for the thirty-two additional clerkships which Congress recently ' authorized in the surgeon-general's office. It is saddening to watch the dying day, to see the flickering light fall pulse less behind the western hill. It is harder still to watch for water to boil, over a doubtful fire, when in a hurry for breakfast. What a blessing the phonograph will be to editors I The bores can slip right into the phonograph room, and plead with the instruments, and the editor can grind it all ont afterwards if he wants to. Boston Transcript. "It was my wife's wedding ring, but cruel circumstances forces me to part with it for $1.50." The pitying servant girl produces the money, gathers in a brass circlet and the scamp moves on to repeat the game at the next house. Write on your doors the saying wise aud old. " Be bold; ! be bold ! and everywhere be bold; Be not too bold !" Vet better the exoess than the defect ; better the more than less; Better like Hector in the field to die. Than like the perfumed Paris turn and fly. Longfellow. Russia has recently purchased 200,00 ounces of quinine in the United States, and that essential tonic has in conse quence experienced a sharp advance in price. Shaking with the ague promises to be an expensive amusement this year. A philosopher says: "We learn to climb by keeping our eyes not on the hills behind us, but on the mountains before us." Another way is to take a couple of rods the start, and try to beat an enthusiastio bull-dog over a nine-foot fence. Capturing an Eagle's Jiesl. Recently United States Deputy Mar shal Dewing and a party went up the river to investigate the cutting of logs from the public lands. On Black Lake they discovered an immense eagle's nest in the topmost branches or a large tree, and began cutting the tree down. There was a young eagle in the nest, and when the cutting commenced the parent birds made hostile demonstrations, swooping down upon the party. The female was shot and killed. The wing of the male was broken by a shot, and he was cap tured after falling in the water. He was with considerable difficulty taken into the boat, knocking one of the men in the boat overboard by a stroke of his wing. The young bird was killed by the falling of the tree. The nest was twelve feet in diameter, and was constructed of at least three-quarters of a cord of wood, some of the pieces being four feet long snd as large around as a mini's leg. The old male bird measures tcvrn fret and two inches from tip to tip. &hrcrrport (La. ) Times. Rich Without Money. Many a man is rich without money. Thousands of men with nothing in their pockets, and thousands without even a pocket are rich. A man born with a good sound constitution, a good stom ach, a good heart, and good limbs, and a pretty good headpiece, is rich. Good bones are better than gold ; tough mus cles than silver; and nerves that flash fire and carry energy to every funotion are better than houses and land. It is better than a landed estate to have the right kind of a father and mother. Good breeds and bad breeds exist among men as really as among herbs and horses. Education may do muoh to check eil tendencies or to develop good ones; but it is a great thing to inherit the right proportions tot faculties to 'art with. The man is rich who has a good disposition who is naturally kind, patient, cheerful, hopeful, ana who has a flavor of wit Mid (on in his cm-position, - '-)' - .